The ship's lounge is packed with strange people milling around drinking, dancing, and talking. The place is some sort of artistic statement about dead technology. Old green pre-nanotech circuit boards lacquered on the wall. Snowy television sets used as light fixtures. Odd rusty metal furniture with big bolts. Weird broken man-sized robots. Nuclear waste storage drums turned upside down and used as tables. A big internal combustion engine hanging from the ceiling. The back wall is covered with a painting in the style of late 20th century urban murals. Back before spray on liquid crystal turned vandalism into a part of the internet infrastructure.

There is a working Apple ][ in the corner with a green monochrome screen. One of the first personal computers. Its running some sort of crude animation program showing bad drawings of people having sex. Its covered by a clear bubble. The thing is probably worth more then the space ship.

You can hear loud music of every variety from every time period here. Early 1930's jazz music, late 20th century electonica and industrial, joot-pop, kanacreedz, and ambient turnpike, even that awful tralfamahop crap that's only supposed to make sense if you perceive time as a dimension. It's all expertly mixed to match the crowd's response... by a computer. Antennas in the ceiling pick up low frequency radio waves eking from the crowd's brains, measuring the amount of alpha and beta waves and trying to keep the crowd in a tranced emotional state. The music is picked off the net and electronically beat matched... A lot of people were really pissed off when these systems were released, because they actually are better then most DJs and they never fuck up a backspin. Only thing is the system doesn't work with aliens.

And there are a few aliens here. The first ones you notice are the strangest things you've ever seen. Two big blue kooz balls sitting on chairs at the bar. Each tentacle is topped with a suction cup, and they are swaying like blades of grass in the wind. You wonder if that's how these things communicate. You wonder if they speak english. You wonder where they come from.

There is a Tralfamadorian here. It is sitting at a table with some electronic devices spread out in front of it. Something about the way the table is setup says "open for business."

There is a large window behind the bar, through which all you can see are stars. You're definitely far from home...

There is a door leading into a hallway to the north.
There is a door labeled AIR-LOCK.
There is a poster on the wall.

Look at the poster.
Talk to the kooz balls.
Talk to the Tralfamadorian.
Go out into the hallway.
Go into the air-lock.